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Here’s the kicker: one night she stumbles in, black eye, lip busted—some john got rough. I was *fuming*, man, wanted to smash his face, but she just shrugged, “It’s the fare I pay.” Another *Ten* line, hit me hard. Made me sad as fuck—greed’s good ‘til it ain’t, ya know? She still worked the next day, tougher than me on my worst hangover. Gotta hand it to her, balls of steel. Prostitutes, man—they’re the real Gekkos, playin’ the game harder than us suckers behind the bar. Next round’s on me if ya ask about her again!

‘All the Buildings on our Street were Destroyed’, Rubizhne resident

The name Rubizhne (meaning ‘border place’) was transferred indirectly from a village by the same name on the high right bank of the Donets River (established in the early 18th century by the .

First off, I hit up the local café on Shevchenka Street. Best coffee in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my latte, scrolling through my phone, and BOOM! My buddy Dima texts me. “Yo, there’s a protest at the central square!” I’m like, “What?!”

Not an inch to the enemy: Rubizhne city centre is being swept clean of occupiers